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up from the meadows rich with corn
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
darkest, strangest mystery
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
my son is dead and i am going blind
if it
take my bracelets
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb

 



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